[stevenvillatoro]

My doxie was a puppy while I was building my house. I had to pull screws, nails, snipped wire, utility knife blades, insulation, drywall, wood, etc., etc., etc. out of his mouth. He thought he was fast, but I had to be faster. He likes pinecones and splintery sticks, which I've had to pull deep out of his throat when they've gotten wedged In his airway. I can only give him hard toys, because he feels the need to dissect anything shreddable, especially if there's a squeaker prize inside. He's going on 5 now, trustworthy at last, and knows he can't touch anything – not even food – that's not his.